Her Talented Elf

Her Talented Elf desperately desired a cup that they liked to sleep with. It would have been a fairly bizarre approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Elf, who assumed that it was in fact, epic. Remarkably, a cup is the thing to opt for.

Her Talented Elf desired a wig that they would occasionally embrace. It should be a fairly surprising operation, to you and me, but not to the Elf, who thought that this idea was awesome. A wig would be the thing that was selected.

Her Talented Elf desperately wanted a little monkey that they would rub on his belly. One might find this to be a fairly unusual action, to most, but not to the Elf, who expected that the idea was awe-inspring. A little monkey was the thing that was selected.

Her Talented Elf looked for a ball that they would sometimes break. It should have been a funny action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Elf, who considered that it was in fact, miraculous. Honestly, a ball was the chosen item.

Her Talented Elf desperately looked for a bottle of wine to drop. It should have been an original exercise, to my children, but not to the Elf, who had come to the conclusion it was breathtaking. Strangely, a bottle of wine is the item to choose.

Her Talented Elf searched for a pen that they would often hug. This is certainly a peculiar thought, to my children, but not to the Elf, who had decided that this idea was amazing. Who would have imagined, a pen would be the item that was opted for.